As a Latino growing up in Spanish harlem, it's not easy trying not to be hot-headed.

Respect other people regardless of the level they are at... or the level you are at. When you hand out respect, you get it back.

My grandfather taught me generosity. He sold snow cones in Harlem. I went with him at 5 and he let me hand out the change and snow cones. I learned a lot in the couple of years that we did that.

An hour of my time is a tiny price to pay for all the support I've gotten from my fans.

I always loved Ponch, man. It was so much fun to be him, to put on my duds and get on that bike and bust the bad guys and help out the kids. And get the babes.

I had a major motorcycle accident on CHIPs that gave me a 50-50 chance to live. I broke a lot of bones and fractured ribs and broken wrists.

I do get a lot of mail. I get a lot of foreign mail because my mail gets mixed with Emilio Estevez.

I like working with an actor who doesn't do the oneupmanship. One who has no trick and gives a true, honest performance.

They do the soaps differently in Mexico. You just have to know the storyline and not memorize the lines. There would be someone feeding you lines while you were performing.

I never rode a motorcycle before CHiPs.

I really love the karate thing I did on CHIPs. I studied with a trainer because I knew we'd do episodes that had karate.

I was as terrible at giving compliments as I was at receiving them.

It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round.

Credo Mutwa, the most knowledgeable man i have ever had the honor of knowing.

Leaders express feelings that other leaders sense.

I feel like my job is to make impact, spread love, tell great stories, inspire people, that's what I am going to do.

I'm so boy-crazy. It's like I don't even know what's wrong with me. I love boys.

You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But, listen to me. Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without doubt,I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me.

When the vain speaker has sat down, and the people say 'what a good speech,' it still takes an ounce to balance an ounce.

Plus, humor ws a good way to hide the pain. And if that didn't work, there was always Plan B. Run aaway. Over and over.

There is an element of autobiography in all fiction in that pain or distress, or pleasure, is based on the author's own. But in my case that is as far as it goes.